Primordial Era: Elixir of Qi Transforms into Form, Controlling the Pharmacology of the World

Chapter 135 The Great War Is About to Begin, Xuanyuan's Request

While Ling Dan was deep in thought, Qian You, who was outside seeking an audience, slowly approached after sensing Ling Dan's thoughts.

"Qianyou greets Father God!" Qianyou said respectfully, gazing at Lingdan.

Ling Dan nodded slightly, without saying much, her gaze still fixed on "Ba Wen".

Seeing this, Qianyou cautiously approached and said again, "Father God—that Styx Ancestor—"

"Reject it. Just say I'm in seclusion." Ling Dan ignored her, fully aware of what Qian You meant.

Since Ling Dan arrived at the Blood Sea, both the Ghost Clan and the Asura Clan knew. Therefore, the Styx Clan, relying on the Asura Clan, knew of Ling Dan's arrival and extended invitations several times. However, Ling Dan was busy comprehending the "Overlord's Script" and had no desire to go, so he instructed Qian You to decline.

Upon hearing this, Qianyou knew what her father was thinking, and said, "Yes, Father. In addition, the Earth Gate, Ghost Gate Pass, and Naihe Bridge that Father has provided are extremely effective. Now, relying on the Naihe Bridge and the Ghost Gate Pass, the human race can come to the land of the ghost race at any time. There is no need to spend time flying here."

"That's good. Also, how effective were the Red Spider Lily and the Three Lives Stone? Did you gain any inheritance?" Ling Dan asked again.

"Father God—the spider lilies you gave me can soothe remnant souls. The Three Lives Stone can glimpse the past and present lives of these remnant souls and explore their inheritances. However, there are too many remnant souls in the Blood Sea, and they are severely incomplete, so the inheritances obtained are also incomplete."

"Therefore, to obtain their complete inheritance by relying on remnant souls, time is needed to accumulate," Qianyou said again.

"Then take your time, no rush." ​​Ling Dan didn't seem to care.

Speaking of which, over the years, Ling Dan has been comprehending the Hegemon's Scripture.

Building upon this foundation, we also studied our previous discoveries, thoroughly researching many of the semi-treasures.

One of them is the Naihe Bridge and the Gate of Hell. The two are connected to each other; the Naihe Bridge can transport souls, and the Gate of Hell can transport souls to the mortal realm.

Therefore, the human race was able to use the Naihe Bridge to transport the souls of the human race who died tragically to the Gates of Hell.

In this way, the human race could transmit their souls in a timely manner. There was no need to spend time collecting souls and escorting them to the Blood Sea. And so, countless human souls were sent to the ghost race, transforming into ghosts.

As a result, the demon race grew increasingly powerful. Besides, the Three Lives Stone and the Spider Lily also possessed countless uses. The fragrance of the Spider Lily could soothe chaotic remnant souls. Then, relying on the Three Lives Stone, one could glimpse the past and present lives of these remnant souls and gain insight into their inheritance. However, because the remnant souls were severely incomplete, the inheritance obtained was always fragmented.

However, with time, it will eventually be improved.

Now, Qianyou spoke again: "Father God—thanks to the treasures you bestowed upon us, the Ghost Clan has grown ever stronger. The vast Underworld may be becoming somewhat crowded. Father God, could you—"

"Expanding the Underworld? I know about it. I'll make time to expand the Underworld," Ling Dan said casually.

"Thank you, Father God. Also, news from the human race indicates that their war with the demon race is becoming increasingly fierce. It seems—"

"Qianyou said again."

After a moment's thought, Ling Dan said, "A great battle? It's inevitable." Ling Dan was extremely clear about external affairs. After all, under the fluctuations of fortune, Ling Dan could contact many cultivators.

Whether it's Ling Xi, Duo Bao, or Hou Tu, they can all inform Ling Dan of what's happening in the prehistoric world at any time.

From the numerous messages, Ling Dan could clearly tell that the atmosphere in the prehistoric world was becoming increasingly heavy and tragic.

The struggle between humans, the Cloud Clan, and the Demon Clan intensifies, as if a great war is about to erupt.

Ling Dan couldn't predict how this great battle would unfold.

Qianyou hesitated slightly, then said, "Father God—Xuanyuan, the leader of the human race, knows that you are in the ghost race and wishes to pay his respects to you."

After hearing this, Ling Dan remained silent for a moment: "He is, after all, a human. Let him come."

Ling Dan thought for a moment and then agreed. Perhaps Xuan Yuan's visit this time was a sign of resolute farewell.

Ling Dan agreed, and Qian You didn't rush to deliver the message. Instead, she followed Ling Dan to listen to the Ghost Clan's supernatural abilities. After all, the Ghost Clan's supernatural abilities weren't all given to Qian You at once. They were created in batches and then passed on to her in batches.

Qianyou has digested the supernatural powers of the ghost race, and now in the primordial land, in the land of the human race.

The human race leader Xuanyuan, along with many core members of the human race, gathered at Dongfu Land.

This blessed land of Kongtong was also a gift from Hongyun to the human race. Its space is vast and contains the Dao of Time, causing a different flow of time here, which can accelerate the growth of the human race. Therefore, many human prodigies and powerful figures are sent here to cultivate.

Now, as Xuanyuan sensed the powerful auras emanating from the blessed land, the human cultivators who had reached the Dao Fruit stage looked slightly sorrowful: "Given the current situation, the demon race must be getting restless. When the battle comes, I wonder how many of these powerful human cultivators will survive."

"Alas—it was all too fast. If we had given humanity a little more time, perhaps the outcome would have been different." Xuan Yang was extremely solemn, clenching his fists, clearly displeased.

"Even if we humans were given enough time, we would still struggle to contend with the current demon race. After all, the demon race currently displays four individuals at the half-step Hunyuan realm. Moreover, Di Jun's luck and divine power, Taiyi's faith blessing, and Kunpeng's inheritance from Wang Yang—all of these can temporarily elevate their cultivation to the Hunyuan realm. In comparison, our human race only has—" Xuan Yin sighed deeply, his heart filled with contemplation and anxiety.

The human leader, Xuanyuan, remained calm and indifferent: "Let's leave aside the human race for now. Xuanjin—what did the Witch Clan say when they ordered you to go there?"

"Leader—the current Witch Clan is under lockdown. Ever since they obtained the Netherworld Bones, they've been focused on enlightenment. They completely ignore the outside world's troubles. So when we humans beg for their help, they can't do anything, at most they can provide some resources." Xuan Jin said with an awkward tone.

"How could this be? Where are our people in the witch clan?" Xuanmu asked anxiously.

"The humans within the Witch Clan, and us humans, have diverged over the years. Moreover, the members of the Witch Clan are mostly Witch people. Witch comes first, humans come second!" Xuan Jin said, gazing at the many powerful humans.

The humans exchanged glances, a hint of annoyance in their eyes, yet utterly helpless.

"It's better to rely on ourselves than on others. The fact that humanity has reached this point is a choice we ourselves have made." Xuanyuan's deep face held a resolute expression: "Forming an alliance with the Yun clan to fight against the demon race is the path that humanity must take."

"Leader. But now, we have almost no hope of winning." Xuan Yang gazed into the distance, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.

"If there is no hope, then forge one. The Father God taught us martial arts, making our will unwavering and indomitable. He taught us literature, giving us wisdom and thought. That is enough." Xuanyuan was very confident and proud.

The many powerful human beings looked at each other, and eventually fell silent, at a loss for what to do.

A hint of worry also surfaced in Xuanyuan's confident expression. He knew very well that this battle would be difficult, desperately difficult. But sometimes, they had to do it.

Xuanyuan flicked his sleeve, his resolute expression spreading: "Pass down the order, instructing the human race to actively prepare for war. The demon race will absolutely not let the witch race get away with this period of self-imposed seclusion."

"Rest assured, Chief, the human race is always ready," the humans shouted.

After Xuanyuan gave this order, the human race gradually sprang into action, preparing for the great battle.

Now, the human leader Xuanyuan, concealing his presence, flew towards the Blood Sea.

Xuanyuan had foreseen this great battle long ago, and through Qianyou's connection, he knew where Lingdan was and wanted to see her.

Xuanyuan flew for thousands of years before finally approaching the Blood Sea.

Upon arrival, Qianyou had already received the news and dispatched the Ghost Clan to greet her.

"Qianyou, where is Father God? He is here—" Xuanyuan was somewhat nervous and anxious.

"Brother Xuanyuan—Father God is comprehending the inscription on the stone tablet. Don't worry, since Father God has granted your request to see him, he naturally won't stand idly by. Also, I originally wanted to lead the Ghost Clan to assist you, brother. But Father God has given orders that make it difficult for my Ghost Clan to—" Qianyou hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Haha—Qianyou, you're very thoughtful. This battle is between the human race and the demon race; it's best not to involve the ghost race. After all, this battle is too dangerous. We must at least leave one of our race to serve Father God," Xuanyuan said.

Upon hearing this, Qianyou smiled wryly and nodded slowly.

Soon, Qianyou brought Xuanyuan to Lingdan's side.

"Human Xuanyuan pays respects to Father God!" Xuanyuan bowed his head with utmost respect as he greeted Ling Dan.

Ling Dan's long robes fluttered as she gazed at the inscriptions on the stone tablet, her eyes catching sight of Xuan Yuan. She casually uttered a Daoist phrase: "You've come for the sake of humanity?"

"Yes, I came for the sake of humanity." Xuanyuan said earnestly, gazing at Ling Dan.

"You should know that I will not get too involved in the affairs of the human race. Last time, I passed on the martial and literary arts to your human race, which was my last act of assistance." Ling Dan's mind remained focused on the inscription on the stone tablet, and she did not look at Xuan Yuan.

A great war between humans and demons is imminent, and Ling Dan knows the situation of the human race very well. Now that the human leader, Xuanyuan, has come to plead for help, Ling Dan knows exactly why. Perhaps he's asking Ling Dan to help the human race, or perhaps he's asking Ling Dan to fight against the demons.

Whether to help the human race or fight against the demon race is not Ling Dan's choice.

Xuanyuan knelt down, gazing at Ling Dan: "Father God—"

"Stand up. Are the knees of humans so worthless?" Ling Dan's gaze held a hint of authority.

"Humans kneel to Heaven and Earth above, and to their parents below. The Father God is the father of humanity, so it is only right for humans to kneel." Xuanyuan refused to get up, gazing at Ling Dan as she kowtowed.

Ling Dan ignored him, her resolve remaining firm. Humanity's current crisis could only be overcome by themselves; Ling Dan would not intervene.

Xuanyuan understood Lingdan's thoughts and, after bowing nine times, said, "Father God—Xuanyuan knows that you cannot help the human race, but you hope that the human race will strive for self-improvement. However, in this great war between the human and demon races, Xuanyuan finds it difficult to predict the fate of the human race. Therefore, I humbly beg Father God, could you please preserve the human race's seed?"

"Preserve the human race's bloodline?" Ling Dan now looked at Xuan Yuan with curiosity.

"Yes, it's about preserving the human race. The Father God taught humanity to be self-reliant and persevering. Now, humanity has learned and comprehended the Father God's teachings. However, this war between humans and demons is far too dangerous. Humanity may be wiped out, becoming food or slaves for the demons."

But no matter what, Xuanyuan did not want the human race to perish. Therefore, he implored the Father God, if necessary, to preserve a single spark of humanity and give them a chance to multiply and thrive. Xuanyuan's expression was filled with longing and pleading.

"You've come here only to ask me to preserve the human race's flame. Is that all?" Ling Dan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, that's all." Xuanyuan said with utmost seriousness.

"Haha—what you say is quite unexpected. I thought you came here to ask me to help the human race against the demon race. I didn't expect you to only beg me to preserve the human race's seed. Very good, very good—" Ling Dan also praised, gazing at Xuanyuan.

"Father God taught that it is better to rely on oneself than on others. Over the years, the human race has relied on the witch race, on all races, and on Father God—gradually developing to the point where it is now unable to become independent. Now, the human race has grown up, is capable of independence, and must become independent. Only in this way can the human race grow and truly become a race that can stand on its own in the primordial world." Xuanyuan said very seriously.

Ling Dan looked at Xuan Yuan, her deep eyes filled with emotion: "Yes, the human race has developed to this point by relying on too many other races and powers. A race that relies on others for development and growth will ultimately be a sapling that cannot grow into a towering tree that takes root in the primordial world."

"Xuanyuan understands the Father God's will. Therefore, even if the human race is destined to lose this war between humans and demons, the human race will still go without hesitation. For no other reason than to uphold the will to be self-reliant and to show that the human race does not rely on others but on its own backbone." Xuanyuan clenched his fists, his blood boiling.

Looking at Xuanyuan, Ling Dan could feel his passion and his unyielding spirit.

Gazing at him was like seeing the human race of the heavens.

Ling Dan knew very well that in later generations, the human race would be scattered throughout the heavens. Countless scenes would unfold among the human race. And many of them would demonstrate their indomitable spirit.

Humanity, however, has not spread throughout the heavens, but has only been scattered across the primordial wilderness. Even so, humanity has grown by relying on others. The spirit of self-reliance has ultimately not been imprinted in its very bones.